A Few Good Rides Away

I was sittin' in a truckstop

Watchin' tumbleweeds roll by

Tryin' to read the menu

When the waitress caught my eye

She pulled a pencil from her hair

And leaned across the bar

I did my best not to stare

But man, she made it hard

I asked that trucker next to me

Hey, what looks good today

He said: I know what's on your mind

And boy, there ain't no way

Get yourself some apple pie

And something cool to drink

I know you want the special

And I like the way you think

But you can't have the waitress

Boy, everybody's tried

There's a cowboy down in Abilene

Who keeps her satisfied

They got a hundred Acre dream

That's gettin' closer every day

Just a few more plates of ham and eggs

And a few good rides away

Hard times hit West Texas

Damn near everything's for sale

But there's somethings we hold sacred

When everything else fails

When we're down to nothing

Out here, everybody shares

Most of us have lost our dreams

So we bought into theirs

I've seen her walk a hundred miles

Up and down this floor

I've never seen her fail to smile

When he limps through that door

So when you're done, you leave a tip

And make it nice and fat

And feel lucky you can own a piece

Of something like that

But you can't have the waitress

Boy, everybody's tried

There's a cowboy down in Abilene

Who keeps her satisfied

They got a hundred Acre dream

That's gettin' closer every day

Just a few more plates of ham and eggs

And a few good rides away

But you can't have the waitress

Boy, everybody's tried

There's a cowboy down in Abilene

Who keeps her satisfied

They got a hundred Acre dream

That's gettin' closer every day

Just a few more plates of ham and eggs

And a few good rides away

Just a few more plates of ham and eggs

And a few good rides away